A song in honor of Punxsutawney Phil. https://youtube.com/shorts/pF-u0koAxbcI saw a robin on Saturday. I trust robins more than ground hogs to say that warmer weather is coming soon.
This was pre-Baby Yoda. These are old reprints.
It’s been my own observation watching the birds in the backyard.
Okay, that was funny.
OMG, a cat! They are rarer on Ballard Street than sanity.
The loonies certainly keep you on your toes.
A friend is a mobile vet. She has a contract with a large retirement community. She’s helped rehome cats and dogs after deaths. So many older people have family who promise to take care of the pet, but they are happy to dump it or put it down instead.
JANE EYRE’s CAT. I read that in college.
Maybe, it indicates the amount of brain cells Chesney is using.
If it’s not hearing, it’s their psychic abilities. Their inner the-human-is-up-to-something warning goes off.